Cool guys don’t look at explosions

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Pedal to the metal,

Tires screech, I start off,

Giving birth to a cloud

Of thick and foul white smoke,

Bullets rain around me,

Shouting echoes loudly.

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No time for it to settle

I’m gone, breaking the standoff;

I’m quite sure they don’t feel proud:

Outdone by a single bloke,

Entire private army…

Eyes closed, singlehandedly!

.

Now, no time for reckless mettle,

This is not completely over,

For I must still escape unbowed

Or my licence they might revoke…

The sky still remains dark, stormy,

But I let myself smirk proudly.

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